"And I'm not too great at that sort of comforting thing, especially when my hands are cold and the bed is warm. I carried him softly through the broken street, with one salty eye and a heavy, deathly heart. With him, I tried a little harder. I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbour. I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book.. He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It's his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry."
- The Book Thief, Markus Zusak.
p/s I think one of the main reasons why I want to go to Japan would be: VENDING MACHINES! all 6000+ of them. They intrigue me. So much.